Sweet Maiden of Quoddy

I heard this once on CBC radio and have been looking for it. Catherine Reid, at the Miramichi West library graciously found it for me. I like that someone writing about 150 years ago wrote with wit and rhythm that seems perfectly appropriate today. Sweet Maiden of Quoddy James De Mille – 1833-1880 Sweet maiden […]

Reunion, Remembrance, 2000

Her voice was a motor of cigarettes, coffee and draft, Kind, and with all the weary authority of death. Her laugh was an explosion of bawdy glee, Gusting across an ash tray Armageddon Smudging the beer rings recording the rounds On ghost-bleached Formica at the Legion hall. She said good bye to her first soldier […]

Reunion, Remembrance, 2000

Her voice was a motor of cigarettes, coffee and draft, kind, and with all the weary authority of death. Her laugh was an explosion of bawdy glee, gusting across an ash tray Armageddon, smudging the beer rings recording the rounds on ghost-bleached Formica at the Legion hall. She said good bye to her first soldier […]

Requiem: The Soldier

Down some cold field in a world outspoken the young men are walking together, slim and tall, and though they laugh to one another, silence is not broken; there is no sound however clear they call. They are speaking together of what they loved in vain here, but the air is too thin to carry […]

The Young British Soldier

Rudyard Kipling When the ‘arf-made recruity goes out to the East ‘E acts like a babe an’ ‘e drinks like a beast, An’ ‘e wonders because ‘e is frequent deceased Ere ‘e’s fit for to serve as a soldier. Serve, serve, serve as a soldier, Serve, serve, serve as a soldier, Serve, serve, serve as […]

All the World’s a Stage

(aka, The Seven Ages of Man) From the play “As You Like It” by William Shakespeare All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling […]

Found Poem

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to […]

Beauty

I HAVE seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain: I have seen the lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain. I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea, […]

To A Poet, A Thousand Years Hence

Here is my favourite, by far, of two poems with the same name. The second one follows the first and is, in my opinion, also very good. To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence I who am dead a thousand years, And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers The way […]

Rondel of Merciless Beauty

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes me who was once serene; Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen. Only your word will heal the injury To my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean – Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly; Their beauty shakes […]